What would you do if I actually turned out to be a thug?

Dongwoo, in between the twins, stared at the ceiling. He was lost in thoughts. Thoughts of the memories he regained and thoughts of Minwoo.

Those thoughts were keeping him up but as much as he hated to admit it, the connection he had felt all along with Minwoo was because he was indeed his brother.

The twin brother he so much cared for that he disregarded his own safety.

'What do I do now?' he thought. He couldn't continue to act like he didn't know a thing about it. And Minwoo, how was he feeling at the moment? Were the thoughts also keeping him up?

(Yeah, something's definitely keeping him up but it's not the thoughts. We all get it. Hehe)

Dongwoo closed his eyes and turned to back Seojin and face Seojun. His family... He couldn't even remember what his parents looked like.

They might've loved him then but he just couldn't remember much of them.

The people whom he could remember were Minwoo and Owen.